Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
Chapter 11
Harry approached Aurora, the tension between them thick with expectation. She threw him a provocative look, her lips curving into a defiant smile. Without hesitation, Harry pulled her close, his hands firmly gripping her waist while she enveloped him in an intimate embrace.
They kissed for a few moments, and Harry took the opportunity to let his hands roam over Aurora's seductive body. Slowly, Harry began to move his lips down, gently nibbling on the Astronomy professor's neck, drawing soft sighs from her.
Aurora wasn't idle. While Harry relished her body, she grabbed his cock, which was already hardening again, and began stroking it, making his erection grow firm quickly.
Not wanting to waste time, knowing that Aurora was as excited as she could get, Harry decided to go straight to the main event. Urging the dark-skinned beauty, he started kissing her deeply, leading her toward the bed.
"Why don't you reward your pet for behaving so well and being such a good slut while I fuck you?" Harry asked, nodding towards Bathsheda, whose legs were spread, her pussy still leaking his seed.
Aurora seemed to like the idea. She immediately and deliberately knelt on the bed, burying her face into Bathsheda's used pussy, shaking her ass for Harry, who stood by, admiring the scene unfolding in front of him.
Bathsheda, barely recovered from her orgasms, already felt a new climax building as she squirmed under Aurora's skilled tongue, the professor noisily slurping Harry's cum.
Harry, in turn, moved closer, caressing the firm, round butt of the woman bent over in front of him, rubbing his cock along Aurora's wet slit. After a few teasing strokes, he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
Aurora moaned into Bathsheda's pussy, causing the latter to writhe, her eyes rolling back as she neared yet another orgasm.
Harry started slowly, savoring the moment, occasionally changing the angle of his thrusts. After some time, he picked up the pace, with Aurora starting to push back to meet his thrusts. Harry kept a steady rhythm, smacking Aurora's round ass. With each slap, her pussy clenched around Harry's cock in a maddeningly tight grip.
Bathsheda was the first to break. Her pussy was still sensitive, and Aurora's attentive care quickly sent her over the edge again.
While the gagged woman trembled on the bed, Harry grabbed Aurora by the hair, pressing his body against her back, roughly increasing the pace of his thrusts, one hand gripping her hips firmly while the other teased her breasts.
"Fuck!" Aurora moaned loudly as her pussy tightened even more around Harry's cock, forcing him to fight to maintain his rhythm.
Harry thrust into her a few more times, pinching one of her nipples while his other hand found her clit, teasing it with slow circles.
Meanwhile, Aurora began to tremble, her orgasm approaching. Harry licked her earlobe and kissed his way down her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses there.
When he felt Aurora's walls spasm around his cock again, Harry couldn't hold back any longer and unloaded his cum deep inside her with a groan.
"Harry!" Aurora cried out. She had been teetering on the edge and finally surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her body as wave after wave of his cum filled her.
The three of them lay in bed for a few moments, catching their breath. Aurora looked at Harry, admiring his semi-hard cock still covered in both her and Bathsheda's juices.
"Your cock is such a mess, Harry," she said with a playful wink. "Why don't you have our pet clean it up?"
Harry chuckled, glancing at Bathsheda, who seemed to tremble with excitement. He almost laughed at her eagerness but nodded.
"You're right. Maybe she'll even get a treat if she behaves."
Harry saw Bathsheda's pupils dilate. As he approached the still-gagged professor, he wondered if all the teachers at this school were such sluts.
Standing beside the bed, he stroked Bathsheda's hair. "Such a good pet. So well-behaved!" As Harry praised her, Bathsheda nuzzled into his hand, her eyes fluttering with pleasure at the praise and touch.
Aurora snuggled up behind Harry, her voluptuous breasts pressing against his back. Harry caressed Bathsheda's hair a little longer before removing her gag. "Open wide."
Bathsheda didn't hesitate and immediately obeyed, opening her mouth wide, tongue out.
Harry rested his heavy cock on her tongue, letting her feel its weight. He watched her practically tremble, inhaling his musk through her nose.
He rubbed his cock across her tongue for a while before pushing it into the professor's mouth, slowly sinking it down her throat.
He began fucking her face, trying to push through her throat. Bathsheda teared up from the rough treatment, but Harry pressed on, thrusting hard until he finally managed to bury his entire length into the Runes professor's mouth.
He paused for a moment, enjoying the tight grip of her throat, his pelvis resting against her face, his balls against her chin.
Aurora ran her hands over his chest, pinching his nipples. Harry stopped stroking Bathsheda's hair and gripped it tightly, using it as leverage to fuck her face savagely.
Aurora began kissing Harry's neck, heightening his pleasure. He gave a few more thrusts into Bathsheda's warm mouth until he felt his orgasm approaching.
With a roar, he pulled out of the professor's mouth and painted her face with his cum.
As Harry caught his breath, Aurora licked the cum off Bathsheda's face, sharing the treat with their pet.
They kissed for a few moments before Aurora untied her colleague, who collapsed limply onto the bed now that she was free.
Aurora rose slowly, a satisfied smile on her lips as she gazed at Harry with admiration and a hint of challenge. "You did very well, Potter," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. "But we'll have to repeat it to make sure it wasn't a fluke."
Still breathing heavily, Harry smiled back. "I'm ready for whatever comes next, Professor."
The next morning, Harry woke up early. He stretched, still feeling the weight of the thoughts from the previous night. After getting ready, he headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As he approached the Gryffindor table, Hermione was already there with a book open. Hermione looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"You look tired," she commented, closing her book for a moment. "Everything okay?"
Harry sighed, grabbing an apple from the table. "Just the patrols. The routine is wearing me down more than I expected."
Hermione nodded understandingly but didn't push the topic. They both knew there was more on Harry's mind than just his responsibilities as Head Boy. Hogwarts was a place where the past and future seemed to blend, and in their final year, this was more evident than ever.
After breakfast, they headed to class. Their first lesson of the day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry made sure to focus, trying to push distracting thoughts away. While everyone practiced advanced defense spells, he felt a slight disconnect from the room around him. The professor's words passed through him, but his thoughts wandered to other concerns—his future, the choices he would have to make after leaving Hogwarts, and his recent interactions with people who seemed to redefine his perspective.
During a practical exercise, Hermione approached him. "You don't seem focused," she said, watching his wand tremble slightly as he cast a spell. "What's going on, Harry?"
"I'm just overthinking," he replied with a half-smile. "You know, final year, tough decisions."
She gave him a small, understanding smile. "We're all thinking about what comes next. But you, more than anyone, need to allow yourself some time. After all, you've been through more than all of us combined."
During the break, he decided to head to the library. On his way there, he bumped into Neville, who looked more confident and at ease than in previous years. "Harry, heading to the library too?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," Harry responded, happy to see his friend thriving. "I need to catch up on some reading."
They walked together for a while, talking about classes and the latest happenings at Hogwarts. Neville mentioned how much he was dedicating himself to Herbology and how it helped him find a sense of purpose. Harry listened, admiring how much his friend had grown since their early years.
Once at the library, Harry parted ways with Neville and settled at a table near the window. He opened a book on Defense Against the Dark Arts, but instead of reading, he found himself gazing out the window, reflecting on everything happening around him.
The library was quiet, except for the sound of turning pages and the occasional whispered conversation. Harry felt a temporary calm, but he knew things would soon get complicated again. After all, he still had political and personal matters waiting for him beyond Hogwarts.
By late afternoon, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, where he found some classmates chatting near the fireplace. Ginny was sitting in a corner, writing a letter home. Harry waved at her but didn't approach. He felt a bit disconnected, as if he were watching everything from the outside.
As Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, preparing for his nightly patrol, he encountered the Patil sisters, Padma and Parvati, descending the stairs from the Ravenclaw Tower. They seemed to be in a lively conversation, quietly laughing about something they had seen during dinner.
"Hey, Harry!" Parvati waved excitedly when she saw him approaching. "It's been a while since we've seen each other outside of class!"
Harry smiled, happy to see them. "Hi, Parvati, Padma. How are you?"
"Good, just catching up on the day's gossip," Parvati replied, winking at Harry with a playful smile. "And you? You seem to have been a bit absent lately."
Padma, who always seemed a bit more serious than her sister, added, "With all the responsibilities of being Head Boy, I imagine your schedule has been even more packed."
"Yeah, it's been pretty tough," Harry admitted. "Between patrols and studying, it's hard to find any free time."
"You have to remember to relax too," Parvati commented with a laugh. "It's no good just studying and working. Hogwarts is much more fun when you take some time to enjoy it."
Padma agreed, but in a more restrained way. "She's right. But from what I see, you must already have a lot on your plate. Last year and all that. Have you thought about what you're going to do after we leave?"
Harry reflected for a moment. "I'm not sure yet. There's a lot on my mind right now. But I think I'll decide later in the year."
Parvati, always the more easygoing of the two, smiled. "Well, if you need a break to escape all those responsibilities, just call us. We can do something to unwind."
"Definitely," Padma added. "Sometimes stepping out of the routine is the best way to recharge your energy."
Harry thanked them, feeling the warmth of their friendship. He had always liked the two of them, each with their own quirks—Parvati was more outgoing and cheerful, while Padma was reserved but incredibly insightful. Talking to them had brought him a moment of lightness he hadn't expected that night.
"I'll remember that," Harry said, smiling. "Maybe we can do something over the weekend if I get a break from patrols."
"We'll be around," Parvati responded, waving theatrically before turning to head back up the stairs. "Don't forget about us, Harry!"
Padma gave him one last smile as she followed her sister. "See you later, Harry. Take care."
Harry waved back, watching the sisters disappear down the corridor. The brief conversation with them helped clear his mind, pushing aside his worries about the future, if only for a moment. He continued his patrol, feeling a little lighter.
As Harry walked through the empty halls of Hogwarts, thoughts of the upcoming weekend lingered in his mind. He knew that Pansy Parkinson was eager for the secret meeting they had arranged, and the idea of another intense moment with her made him curious. His interactions with Pansy were always full of tension and desire, a game of teasing and challenges, something he was looking forward to with a certain anticipation.
But beyond Pansy, another important conversation awaited him. Harry had been thinking about how to approach Luna regarding the plan involving Hermione. He and Luna had met several times already, and their relationship, while free and spontaneous, was comfortable and intimate. He knew he could count on Luna to stand by his side in any situation, without judgment or complications.
He had already discussed the matter with Hermione. Since Ron had left Hogwarts to work at the Ministry, Hermione had been more isolated, even though they were still in a long-distance relationship. Immersed in her studies, she seemed more withdrawn than ever, and Harry could sense the tension and repression she carried. They had talked about the possibility of Hermione watching him and Luna together—something that, surprisingly, Hermione hadn't immediately rejected. She was still dating Ron, so at first, her role would be as an observer, without directly getting involved.
Now, it was time to work out the details with Luna. He knew Luna would accept the idea with the lightness and naturalness that always characterized her. She saw the world in a unique way and treated everything with an almost enchanting curiosity. Harry imagined that Luna would see this as an interesting opportunity, and perhaps even a way to help Hermione open up more, to explore her own feelings without pressure.
As he approached the corridors of Ravenclaw Tower, where he would meet Luna the next day, Harry thought about how to bring up the subject. With Luna, he wouldn't need many explanations; she grasped ideas quickly and always surprised him with how she accepted them with calmness. He would only need to mention that Hermione was willing to observe, and he was certain Luna would take the news with an intrigued and amused smile.
Harry reflected on what this new experience might mean for Hermione. He knew she was still committed to Ron, but at the same time, he sensed her curiosity and the possibility that she needed something different to break free from that state of repression and loneliness. Hermione observing from afar could be the first step toward something bigger, if she wanted it.
With the weekend approaching, Harry felt both excited and cautious. Between the meeting with Pansy and the plan with Luna and Hermione, he knew he would have to balance everything carefully. The moment with Luna and Hermione, especially, would require subtlety. But knowing Luna, he was confident it would be an interesting experience for everyone.
Smiling at his thoughts, Harry continued his patrol, feeling more assured about the next steps and excited for what the future held.
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